Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Every Day Carry , by - Dry Cleaning. Release date: 01.04.2021
Song language: English
Every Day Carry |
| It’s chocolate chip cookie |
| Crappy crazy pizzas |
| Your haircut’s changed |
| It’s every day carry |
| You’re a gift to me, nice party ice |
| You’re an individual cream bun |
| It’s chocolate chip cookie |
| Crappy crazy pizzas |
| It’s all good though |
| Look at that |
| Looks like good quality earth |
| I’m just a conduit |
| Don’t look at me |
| I’m just the medium |
| Your haircut’s changed for charity |
| Can you imagine the rent? |
| I want big pearl |
| A people person, these are the eyeholes |
| A banging pasta bake, Müller corner, onions, orchids |
| The smear test blues |
| Put a shawl on that mannequin mate |
| Can you imagine the rent? |
| I want big pearl |
| It’s a light emitting diode |
| It’s a long nail story |
| It’s a dead hand tree |
| Best friends forever |
| It’s everyday carry |
| It’s bad luck if you’re the tree left at the edge of the motorway when they |
| clear the forest for a motorway, you lose your friends and you’re exposed. |
| You used to be in the thick of it, everything you knew ripped away. |
| Two fingers up to you, you wastrel, that’s my shopping trolley you’re |
| approaching |
| Uninviting, just body bits |
| Your haircut’s changed |
| You’re a gift to me |
| Nice party ice |
| You’re an individual cream bun |
| Look at that |
| Uninviting, just body bits |
| Your haircut’s changed |
| I don’t know how I feel he’s fit but I think he might be |
| Residual Pop Rocks in the mouth of your cab driver |
| Drop what you’re doing, let’s get to the tip |
| Droopy flute solo comes in now |
| Galump lump |
| Huge white geese please us all |
| Major massive arsehole |
| All the children say «I've got enchanted eggs» |
| My beautiful restaurant |
| Let’s go, Jim |
| My beautiful restaurant |
| Now it seems like none of that meant anything |
| A sugared armpit, a roast potato on a long branch |
| More spice, plans conceived in love |
| A Ferrari with a license plate that says T337H |
| Bambino |
| What a cruel heartless bastard you are |
| Welcome to hell |
| Keep up with it all, be nice, try to maintain high energy and don’t bring |
| everyone down |
| In matching soft brown tank top |
| I just can’t creep comfortably anymore |
| Paper thin skin covers hands and hollow cheeks |
| Must I look at my belly in the mirror? |
| Must I belly in the mirror? |
| A thing in the past |
| Your own personal fatberg, homemade |
| I’m confused |
| Ready to cut loose |
| Sherlock Holmes Museum of break ups |
| Wait an hour for a pancake, make it larger, build it up |
| I don’t mind, I’m happy either way |
| I dunno, what’s the point? |
| You actually smell like garbage |
| Every one of them looks a tit |
| I’m not gonna lie, it’s daunting choreography but I’m gonna bring it all the |
| same |
| I just want to put something positive into the world but it’s hard because I’m |
| so full of poisonous rage |
| It’s all well and good you saying that, but I need more |
| Keep up with it all, be nice |
| I just can’t creep comfortably |
| Curtains always closed |